A chilly night, a lone man and woman, hehe…

Chapter 104 A chilly night, a lone man and woman, hehe…

Night, the bright moon hangs high.

On Xiaohan Peak, the beauty is within reach.

Unfortunately, an inconsiderate person interrupted this ambiguous atmosphere.

Having already mustered the courage to offer herself, Xiang Zhen's face was flushed with embarrassment, and she could barely lift her head.

Her decision to come tonight was the result of careful consideration. After all, a young prodigy like Mo Zheng would surely shine brightly once he went to the Hun Tian Sect's mountain gate, and might even stay there to cultivate to the Internal Organs Realm. At that point, she would have no chance to do so again.

That's why she made up her mind to make things happen tonight.

Unfortunately, who would have thought that a martial arts hall disciple would come to challenge us so late at night? If we were to run into them...

Young women are ultimately sensitive, and even though Xiang Zhen was scheming against Mo Zheng, she didn't want others to find out.

Looking at the young man's ambiguous smile and hearing the approaching footsteps outside, Xiang Zhen didn't bother to say anything more. She straightened her clothes slightly, gave Mo Zheng a resentful look, and her figure, like a nimble cat, quickly darted away into the distance. She didn't even bother to go through the door; instead, she directly jumped over the courtyard wall, looking somewhat disheveled.

Mo Zheng gazed in the direction she had disappeared, inhaling the lingering fragrance in the courtyard, and sighed, "Such a beautiful woman, why did she have to become a thief?"

If Su Gang hadn't suddenly come to challenge him, he might not have been able to control himself.

She's a beauty after all, and all I want is one night of pleasure, with no responsibility involved.

But just then, a noise came from outside: "Who's there?"

"Huh? Junior Sister Xiang, what are you doing here?"

Immediately, a woman's voice snapped, "Pah! Shut up, you surnamed Su, haven't you seen me before?"

"Oh, I've never seen this before, I've never seen this before—"

Then, silence fell outside.

After about ten breaths, Su Gang's voice rang out again, saying, "Senior Brother Mo, are you ready? May I come in?"

"The door isn't locked," Mo Zheng said.

With a creak, the door was pushed open, and a burly man entered, carrying a nine-ringed broadsword. He looked at Mo Zheng and said somewhat apologetically, "I'm sorry, Senior Brother Mo, I didn't expect to disturb your good time."

"Senior Brother Su, be careful what you say. Nothing good is coming tonight," Mo Zheng said, frowning slightly.

"Yes, yes, it's nothing good."

Su Gang looked Mo Zheng up and down with a strange expression, finally fixing his gaze on his shoulder, and said with a smile, "In short, I haven't seen anything tonight. I'm just here to learn about Senior Brother Mo's martial arts realm. I hope you can enlighten me."

Mo Zheng was somewhat displeased with Su Gang's sarcastic tone, but he didn't say anything on the surface. He simply said, "Then let's make our move."

"Take this move, and I'll fight a bloody battle on all sides!"

Su Gang shouted, and his longsword suddenly transformed into a cold light, its momentum fierce and sharp. The numerous sword shadows were dense and numerous, as if they were about to cut through the night.

The wind from the blade rushed towards him, and faintly, Mo Zheng could smell a trace of blood.

Mo Zheng reached into the pouch at his waist and a long sword appeared in his hand. In an instant, his aura changed drastically, and he and the sword became one, like a gentle breeze.

call out!

The long sword slashed through Mo Zheng's body, and that figure vanished instantly without a trace, leaving only an afterimage.

Amidst the swirling blades, a sword light suddenly appeared, like a gentle breeze blowing across the mountains and fields. It followed the gaps in the blade light and arrived in front of Su Gang in an instant.

The sword flashed across Su Gang's body, and he hurriedly drew his sword to defend himself. The sword and blade clashed and made a soft "clang" sound.

Immediately, the sword light dimmed, and the blade light vanished without a trace. Mo Zheng remained sitting there perfectly fine, as if he had never made a move, were it not for the long sword that had appeared in his hand.

Su Gang stood there, a strand of black hair slowly drifting down to the ground. He stood there, somewhat at a loss.

"Wind Shadow Sword Technique —"

He looked at Mo Zheng in disbelief. Mo Zheng's sword strike had not used any martial arts intent, but only revealed the sword technique of the Unity Realm, yet he was no match for him.

If he hadn't held back at the last moment, he probably wouldn't have ended up with just a lock of black hair.

"Not bad, Wind Shadow Sword Technique."

Mo Zheng nodded and smiled. His longsword hummed softly. He and his sword were one, perfectly integrated and seamless, as if they were one.

Su Gang stood there, watching Mo Zheng's aura of man and sword as one, and suddenly gave a bitter laugh. He turned and walked away, saying to himself as he went, "I haven't even mastered the Unity Realm yet, so what's the point of pursuing some kind of martial arts realm?

Mo Zheng put the longsword back into his treasure pouch, then took out the Sound-Listening Sword, closed his eyes, and continued to nurture and cultivate it.

The courtyard gate was wide open, and he chose not to close it, but he had a premonition that tonight would not be peaceful.

Besides Su Gang, there are probably many other unconvinced disciples who want to come and experience his martial arts prowess.

Sure enough, after a moment, another voice rang out in the night breeze: "Inner disciple Du Qianchou has come to learn from Senior Brother Mo's martial arts prowess!"

Just as the newcomer was about to step into the courtyard, he suddenly felt a sharp aura pointing straight at his throat. He was startled and hurriedly used his movement technique to dodge. However, no matter how he dodged, that sharp aura followed him like a shadow, always pointing at his vital points, and he could not shake it off no matter what.

After shifting and turning for more than ten breaths, Du Qianchou had no choice but to retreat hastily. After being three zhang away from the courtyard gate, the terrifying invisible aura finally dissipated without a trace, but he was covered in sweat.

Standing there blankly, staring at the courtyard gate for a long time, Du Qianchou gave a bitter smile, turned around and walked away, not daring to linger any longer.

If you can't even get through the door or see anyone, how can you talk about experiencing the essence of martial arts?

That night, in the chilly mountain wind, figures came and went, but most couldn't even get through the courtyard gate. Those who did manage to get in retreated within a few moves.

Soon, the sky brightened and the sun rose high in the sky.

Many disciples, however, climbed Xiaohan Peak and headed towards Mo Zheng's courtyard. The commotion caused by the many disciples going up the mountain last night to experience the essence of martial arts was quite significant, and they had naturally heard about it.

"Look, those are Du Qianchou's footprints. Only his Ghost Shadow Blade could leave such footprints."

"He couldn't even get within three zhang of the courtyard gate, tsk tsk tsk, and he's supposed to be the number one inner disciple, the most likely to challenge for the position of true disciple!"

"That's the Dragon-Swallowing Blade! Senior Brother Wu Kai's weapon was left here! He's the seventeenth true disciple!"

"Senior Sister Shen Xianglan's Flowing Light Whip—has been cleaved into three pieces!"

The disciples stared in astonishment at the traces of battle and the many broken weapons outside the courtyard. Among them were many true disciples, yet not one of them was able to enter the courtyard. The closest one was at least half a zhang away from the gate.

Suddenly, someone with sharp eyes exclaimed, "Look, look! That gun! That's one of Senior Brother Lan Jun's deadly twin guns! His gun was left here too?!"

Lan Jun is an extraordinary genius. Just a few months ago, he was the undisputed number one prodigy of Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall. He had already passed the sixth level of the Tower of Ascension and was hailed as the most promising disciple of this generation to become a direct disciple of the Martial Saint.

He even came to visit last night and left behind weapons?

As everyone gazed at the short gun planted in the center of the courtyard gate, just a step away from entering, they couldn't help but let their imaginations run wild.

"It's a pity about Senior Brother Lan. He has been cultivating diligently and making great progress all these years. I never thought that he wouldn't be able to get in either."

Someone remarked with admiration: "The Yangtze River's back waves push the front waves, and a new generation replaces the old. Senior Brother Mo Zheng is truly a genius."

As everyone gazed at the messy footprints and weapons in front of the gate, though they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, the scene from last night unconsciously surfaced in their minds. No matter how strong the newcomer was, they could only stop and sigh in regret before being defeated by the long sword of the person inside the courtyard. They couldn't help but sigh, "Truly worthy of being a peerless genius who has comprehended the essence of martial arts."

Suddenly, someone shouted from the crowd, "Senior Brother Mo, yesterday you used your martial arts intent to kill those villains, which greatly vented the anger of all of us fellow disciples. Unfortunately, we didn't get to witness your divine power in the training ground. Since we've all gathered here today, why don't you give us some pointers?"

Upon hearing this, the others cheered, saying, "Indeed, we hope Senior Brother Mo will not hesitate to offer his guidance."

However, no one answered for a long time inside the courtyard.

Seeing this, everyone understood Mo Zheng's intention to refuse.

This is only natural. Martial arts are killing techniques, and the artistic conception of martial arts represents a master of the internal organs realm. The status and position of a martial artist of this level are self-evident, so how could they be used for performance?

If you really want to experience it, just go in and feel it for yourself.

Just as everyone was about to leave, someone suddenly said, "Have you heard? It seems that Senior Sister Xiang also came to the courtyard last night."

"Senior Sister Xiang, does she dare to come and test her meager martial arts skills?"

"You rascal, you just don't get it, do you? It's late at night, the dew is cold, and a lone man and woman are alone... hehe—"

"Yes, several senior brothers and sisters saw her last night. They all said she was disheveled and acting flustered. It seems there really is a story behind her."

"Haha, it's common to have a story. Didn't Senior Brother Mo fall for her long ago? He even had a big fight with Senior Brother Zheng Zhijie over it."

The group chatted amongst themselves, and the story of such a beautiful woman meeting under the stars inevitably stirred up all sorts of fantasies. As a result, they became increasingly engrossed in their discussion and for a time, they didn't leave.

But just then, a gentle breeze blew by, brushing past everyone.

For some reason, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

The wind grew stronger and stronger, blowing away all the surrounding fog. Grass, trees, and leaves swayed in the wind, and everyone's clothes fluttered in the gale.

"This wind is so strange!"

"I was terrified."

"It feels like there are many invisible swords hidden in this wind, making my body burn with pain."

Just as the disciples were bewildered and discussing the sudden gust of wind, someone suddenly slapped their forehead and exclaimed, "It's artistic conception! This is Senior Brother Mo's martial arts artistic conception!"

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The disciples of the Martial Arts Hall are all knowledgeable and experienced, and they have also felt the essence of martial arts from their teachers in the Visceral Realm.

Now that someone has pointed it out, everyone immediately understands that Mo Zheng is demonstrating his understanding of the Gale Sword Intent.

"Look, Senior Brother Mo is over there!"

One of them pointed to the courtyard wall, and everyone looked over. There stood a young man in a green robe, holding a long sword. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and was handsome and masculine. He exuded a sharp aura, just like a long sword, perfectly in harmony with heaven and earth.

The wind suddenly stopped.

Just then, Mo Zheng also moved.

The long sword in his hand transformed into a wisp of breeze, slashing through the air with unhurried speed, yet creating layers of afterimages. This eerie interplay of speed and slowness caused a sense of unease to rise in the hearts of the onlookers.

Mo Zheng ignored them and began to unleash his swordsmanship on the courtyard wall. His sword light grew faster and faster, and all the onlookers could see was a flash of cold light. The sword technique gradually transformed from a gentle breeze into a raging storm, unpredictable and swift as lightning. The man and the sword were as one, in harmony with heaven and earth.

Right before everyone's eyes, Mo Zheng's figure suddenly split into two, several feet apart. The two men simultaneously drew their swords and attacked, their movements perfectly synchronized.

There were quite a few people present, including some who practiced the Wind Shadow Sword Technique. Upon seeing this extraordinary sight, they immediately exclaimed in surprise, "Wind Shadow Sword Technique, Splitting Light and Transforming Shadows!"

Splitting Light and Transforming Shadows is a sword move that can only be used after the Wind Shadow Sword Technique has been cultivated to the Unity Realm. Its speed and power are so great that even martial artists who have also entered the Unity Realm in external martial arts may not be able to withstand it.

Just as everyone was wondering why Mo Zheng didn't demonstrate his martial arts intent and why he used a sword move from the Unity Realm, Mo Zheng's figure suddenly split again.

At this moment, four Mo Zheng appeared on the courtyard wall, each holding a long sword. Their swordplay was strange and unpredictable, sometimes like a gentle breeze, sometimes like a strong wind.

This incredible scene left all the disciples completely dumbfounded.

None of the disciples present were particularly strong; otherwise, they would have come to seek guidance last night instead of waiting to come and watch the show.

The four swordsmen on the wall, wielding the Wind Shadow Sword Technique, were so fast and unpredictable that even one of them could not withstand them, let alone all four of them simultaneously.

Just as everyone was secretly amazed by Mo Zheng's superb swordsmanship, the four figures on the wall suddenly merged into one, then bowed to everyone before jumping down and disappearing without a trace. This was clearly a gesture to send the guests away.

They stood silently, savoring the incredible Wind Shadow Sword Technique they had just witnessed.

After a long while, one of the disciples finally came to his senses and said, "Senior Brother Mo, are you telling us that we should be down-to-earth and first cultivate to the Unity Realm?"

"This Wind Shadow Sword Technique, which splits light and creates shadows, is truly incredibly powerful."

"That's right, the realm of martial arts is too far from us; the realm of unity is what we should pursue."

The disciples chatted amongst themselves, but no one mentioned Xiang Zhen anymore; their minds were entirely focused on martial arts.

After all, they are all disciples of the Liangzhou Martial Arts Academy, the best of the best martial arts geniuses, and each of them has an upward-striving heart for martial arts.

Listening to the commotion outside, footsteps gradually moved down the mountain, and the voices were all discussing martial arts. Sitting in the courtyard, Mo Zheng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

We finally got rid of those guys.

He originally did not want to show his face, but these people mentioned Xiang Zhen and their words became increasingly unrestrained, forcing him to go out and demonstrate his swordsmanship to change the subject.

However, it's conceivable that even if he and Xiang Zhen are truly innocent after today, in the minds of everyone in the martial arts hall, it's already a fait accompli.

After all, what could possibly happen between a man and a woman alone together late at night?

Thinking of the scene of Xiang Zhen's disheveled escape last night, Mo Zheng couldn't help but smile bitterly. What a mess this was.

Even though they didn't gain anything, they've now ended up with mud in their pants—it's like having poop in their pants, even if it's not poop.

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